Walk, don't run, to the nearest exit.
Ah, coffee wench-dom has wearied my soul. You know, I like jobs that I can walk away from at the end of the day, but I don't like having to run.
I've been lonely these past few weeks- not for lack of good company, because I have that in abundance and its wonderful. More a loneliness that comes with not being able to share my thoughts as well as I would like. I've been missing my parents recently. I found some old pictures of them in the depths of my photobucket account.
My mother in her native habitat.
Um, yes.
I wish I had more money to travel. I want to go see Lucy in her bespangled house next to the turtle infested pond and go to grass roots crazies and drive across the desert with Molly. But I don't think I will be able to do so, not unless employment looms in the near future. I feel like a financial black sink hole right now. ( I am the nothing. )
Two things just simultaniously occured to me:
1. Its possible the reason I dread driving by myself could have everything to do with the fact that I instantly get the Revolutionary Girl Utena song stuck in my head. Like as soon as I turn the key. (A car with out a key will rust!) If that happened to you, I bet youd advoid driving too. I mean, its like being trapped under a giant moving castle... okay, n'mind.
2. If your foot is asleep, having it attacked by a rabid cat will not make it feel better.
Here's a picture I know Nora will be glad I put up- the most honestly sit-commy moment I can say I participated in.
I've been lonely these past few weeks- not for lack of good company, because I have that in abundance and its wonderful. More a loneliness that comes with not being able to share my thoughts as well as I would like. I've been missing my parents recently. I found some old pictures of them in the depths of my photobucket account.
My mother in her native habitat.
Um, yes.
I wish I had more money to travel. I want to go see Lucy in her bespangled house next to the turtle infested pond and go to grass roots crazies and drive across the desert with Molly. But I don't think I will be able to do so, not unless employment looms in the near future. I feel like a financial black sink hole right now. ( I am the nothing. )
Two things just simultaniously occured to me:
1. Its possible the reason I dread driving by myself could have everything to do with the fact that I instantly get the Revolutionary Girl Utena song stuck in my head. Like as soon as I turn the key. (A car with out a key will rust!) If that happened to you, I bet youd advoid driving too. I mean, its like being trapped under a giant moving castle... okay, n'mind.
2. If your foot is asleep, having it attacked by a rabid cat will not make it feel better.
Here's a picture I know Nora will be glad I put up- the most honestly sit-commy moment I can say I participated in.